The Wistful Letter
The dream begins not with a voice, but with the sensation of weight, a heavy, suffocating density that settles upon your shoulders like wet wool, a fabric that has absorbed the dampness of a century and refused to release it, clinging to the skin of your spirit with a tenacity that defies the logic of mere matter, and you are standing in a room that is simultaneously your own and not your own,...
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